Ok I confess, I have weird morbid dreams. The kinds that make great Chuck Palahniuk novels.
Last night's dream was especially morbid - US Government officers were hacking people apart with machetes. Anyone who survived were taken to these camps out in the wilderness where they were assigned a compound but each compound would be about 5 miles apart from the next compound. The prisoners were being abused in various ways with body parts lying around all over the place. Then the higher government officials started turning on the government officers that brought the prisoners in. When anyone was hacked apart, red or blue liquid would spew from their body.
The one I had the night before was barf-worthy.
Oh, you will. It is all a dream and since matter cannot be created nor destroyed, the dreams must be real in all their myriad forms. -Beowulf
This Delicate Thing God Has Made
The world is measured in peasants; smaller than a unicorn but, bigger than a tidbit!